The Life of a Uakari
I sit on the
canopy of the forest.
Not having any ancestors, all killed by deforestation.
I watch Howler monkeys feed in packs
while I eat alone.
No one to eat with,
all alone.
Struggling to find a single fruit or nut.
Just me and my shaggy coat of fur.
I sit perched like a bird on a branch
just trying to survive
by myself.
I, as a Uakari, pray everyday
that they are not cutting down my tree.
I hear everyday the
ZZZZZZZZZZZ
of the chain saws below.
Clear cutting everyday
slash and burn
just hoping that they are not cutting the tree I am standing on
so I struggle everyday
just 45 cm. tall
not big enough to defend myself
my life as a Uakari
MISERABLE
By Tommy P.